‘The land is flat and wide and buildings soar out of the plain with a kind of tranquil aggressiveness. Figures grow out of this depth. We are not certain they are human or how they got there. They are entirely oblivious to us, like the trees, weed, and structures. They also seem separated from one another by another kind of space, an ambiance filled with absence. We could imagine them as druid, lifting their arms to the sky, praying to the earth, listening to the flowers. This is a ritual, yet, we do not remember its origin and the performers emulate an ancestral history that no word ever spoke.’